10/03/06

listening to... google image search (mp3)

Last night Katie and I watched the second Decalogue, in which a lightly pregnant woman (actions-based emphasis hers) brings a jar of red fruit(?) to her dying husband in a Warsaw hospital. Meg, a fellow audience member, referred to the red fruit as "eyeball treats." She asked, after the movie, what the woman was doing with those eyeball treats. Were they poisoned? (I agree with the question — the movie suggests that the jar was at least metaphysically poisoned.) At one point, a sick-acting fly takes a minute to lumber up a spoon, out of the half-eaten, half-empty (I mean half-full) jar of eyeball treats. The fly can barely climb, and he doesn't fly. Of course the fly can't fly. He's been doing the breast-stroke in a jar of ill symbolism. The movie explores how the woman is full of venom. Does the director hate women? She rips apart a rubber plant. She smokes. She breaks an almost full (I mean slightly empty) glass of tea(?) on purpose, then smiles to herself. I've done things like this.Can she turn/detourne her venom into a balmy tincture? I think the eyeball-treats jar was full of psychically poisoned raspberry preserves. Katie (of course) said it looked like a jar of small beets. No way. First of all... small beets, Katie? You really think that's a jar of small beets? I drank a $2.25 glass of Ghirardelli chocolate milk while I watched the movie.